I never thought I’d be describing such a thing, but here it is. It all started on a Friday night when I came home from a party with friends. Mom was already home, having watched some TV or something before I arrived. She seemed a bit down, just sitting there drinking a glass of chardonnay.
“Hey, sweetie,” she said with a weak smile when I walked in. She always called me that, even though I’m 20 now. I think she’s just really proud of me. Anyway, she offered me a glass of her wine and I gladly accepted.
We ended up talking more, sharing stories and jokes like we used to before life got busy. The wine flowed, and soon we were laughing harder than we had in years. I remember saying, “Mom, you’re fun!” And she replied, “You’re not so bad yourself, kiddo!”
As the night wore on, the wine turned to champagne. We popped open a bottle and poured ourselves some bubbly. The room started to spin a bit. My coordination was off, and I stumbled as I walked to the fridge. Mom caught me, steadying me by the elbow.
“Whoa there, big fella,” she chuckled, patting my arm. I turned around, facing her, and that’s when it happened. I looked at my mom, really looked at her, and saw her in a different light. She was still a woman, not just my mom.
At that moment, I wanted her. It was primal and sudden like a switch had flipped in my brain. Before I could second-guess myself, I reached out and pulled her close. She didn’t resist.
We kissed, deep and passionate, our tongues tangling together. It was hot and heavy, the sort of kiss you only read about in romance novels. Mom moaned into my mouth, her hands sliding down to grip my ass.
Things moved fast after that. We stumbled to the bedroom, our hands all over each other. Clothes were tossed aside, and soon we were both naked, bodies pressed together. I wanted to make love to her, to show her how much I desired her.
But in my drunken haze, I didn’t plan it out. I just acted on instinct. Mom was on her back on the bed, legs spread wide, when I moved between them. My cock was hard, throbbing with need. I rubbed it against her wet pussy, feeling her heat.
She reached down and guided me inside, and oh, it felt incredible. Her Tightness enveloped me, and I groaned at the sensation. I started thrusting, in and out, fast and hard. Mom wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.
The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and our heavy breathing. I couldn’t believe this was happening, that my mom was beneath me, taking my cock so eagerly. It was wrong, but it felt so right.
I lost myself in the moment, fucking her with wild abandon. Mom cried out in pleasure, her nails digging into my back. I could feel her pussy squeezing me, milking my cock.
I came hard, pumping streams of cum deep inside her. Mom followed soon after, her body shaking with her orgasm. We collapsed together, sweating and panting, unsure of what to do next.
In the end, we just lay there, holding each other, trying to catch our breath. I knew this was a secret we’d take to the grave. It was a moment of insane, drunken passion that could never be repeated.
Eventually, we cleaned up and went to sleep, our bodies still warm from our encounter. I didn’t sleep much, my mind racing with what had just happened. In the morning, we talked it through, promising each other it would never be spoken of again.